When you see Week 21 for a title, you'd get an entry that is no less inspiring, of course.
I had so many meetings, especially this week that I lost count. At the end of it all, it felt like I got chewed like grass by cows - slowly and through four compartments. I dread some of those meetings in the manner men dread the talking when women say to them those four deadly words in one unnerving sentence: we need to talk.
If you organized a meeting without an agenda to start, you're probably a wimp. I'd buy you beer and make sure you know that. I won't show up because you will very likely piss me off, piss the team off and then piss yourself off in the end because of all that pissing-everybody-off you did, so it is best for you to piss off because your pants must be wet by now.
Meanwhile, my car still isn't home yet after two months and that makes this truly a week-twenty-one.
